August 23, a day in history that no one quite remembers.
Damn bats. Hopefully I'll get onto a realistic schedule sometime soon so that I'll be prepared for school on Monday. I'm nervous, and kind of excited. I need to print up the syllabi for my stats and psych classes that I took at City before school so that the transfer office can register credit for those two. Otherwise I'm SOL.
Worked today for the first time in over a week and a half. Kind of lack-luster, I suppose, as I was sent home early, only to find I arrived before mom, who came home plastered and talking mad shit. I guess it must be hard for her, pushing fifty and alone. It's not like she does anything about it - men, both from what I've witnessed and according to what she says - throw themselves at her, yet none of them are good enough. It's like getting rid of someone or something, thinking that another one will come along thats better. That rarely happens anymore, doesn't it?
I had a dream about Jason Leith last night, that we were with my cousins, my sister, Jijad and our good acquaintence tequila at the theater watching Ratatouille. Why are my dreams so vivid and bizarre these days? And comprised of such idiotic, meaningless snippets of reality?
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Today I bought a ticket to Puerto Rico, September 19-23.
Worked today for the first time in over a week and a half. Kind of lack-luster, I suppose, as I was sent home early, only to find I arrived before mom, who came home plastered and talking mad shit. I guess it must be hard for her, pushing fifty and alone. It's not like she does anything about it - men, both from what I've witnessed and according to what she says - throw themselves at her, yet none of them are good enough. It's like getting rid of someone or something, thinking that another one will come along thats better. That rarely happens anymore, doesn't it?
I had a dream about Jason Leith last night, that we were with my cousins, my sister, Jijad and our good acquaintence tequila at the theater watching Ratatouille. Why are my dreams so vivid and bizarre these days? And comprised of such idiotic, meaningless snippets of reality?
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Today I bought a ticket to Puerto Rico, September 19-23.